AN/ Hey! I thought I would post again because I was kinda bored and wanted to know what happened myself! So yah. Here's the update. Nothing jazzy or anything. Let me know what you think! Please? If you love me? lol so yah enjoy!

Chapter 3

The world around Sam came first by fuzz… and then by swirling… and finally in sharp clarity that made his head throb in pain. He blinked. He was alive… he blinked again…the pain came rushing back… the events of last night came rushing back. Dean, drunk, Dean hitting him, Dean yelling at him, Dean hurting him, Dean being dead right about everything he had said.

A small groan escaped Sam's swollen lips as he mustered the strength he could to push himself to his knee's his head spinning as he reached for his back pack and crawled into the bathroom. Sam didn't trust himself to be able to balance on two very shaky and hurt legs. In the bathroom he made as little noise as possible closing the door and turning on the shower. Sitting against the door for support Sam took his pants and underwear off and then biting his lip he slipped his shirt of his head. Resting a moment before looking down at his bandaged arm, the supposed to be white bandage was red. Sam slowly un-wrapped his arm staring at the cut on his arm it was bigger then he remembered it being. Wider, longer then he thought it was last night. Cradling his left arm to his chest once again he crawled into the bathtub letting the shower spray over him.

Sam stayed in the bathtub until he felt that he had gained enough strength to get to his feet and get out. That was no easy task in a slippery bathtub. He finally managed it and got out using the walls, the toilet, and the sink for support. Sam took a breath and looked over his body; he had a swollen left eye, a split lip, and large bruises on his jaw. His eyes roamed down his body, which faired the same as his face. Bruises littered his pale skin. Sighing he re-bandaged his arm slowly and got dressed in a long sleeved shirt and long jeans. Sam quickly cleaned up the bathroom for Dean to use later and exited the bathroom, leaving it spotless.

By the time he got to his bed he crawled on top it and slowly messed it up, making it look slept in. And then he waited for his brother to wake up. Slowly with his eyes staring at Deans back made him start to move, he slowly woke up. Dean sat up stretching, not a care in the world.

"Sammy wake up we gotta go before one!" Dean grumbled before getting up and walking past Sam's bed with out looking at him and straight into the bathroom to shower and change. No noticing Sam fear written across his face mildly shaking on the bed right next to his own.

Sam watched his brother leave the room and let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. Dean didn't seem to notice. Or was making far lighter of the situation than Sam thought he would. Seemingly hours later Dean emerged from the bathroom shaking his head free of water. "Wake up-" Dean stopped short staring at his younger brothers bruised face.

"What the hell happened to your face?" Dean asked walking closer to the bed, Sam moved away confused. Dean was faster then Sam was and caught his right arm and pulled him closer. "Who did this?"

Sam stared at his brother, it dawned on him, Dean had been so drunk the night before that he didn't remember doing this to him. He didn't remember what had happened. Sam thought quickly, "Aaattt the the barr." Sam stuttered out shaking violently now. "I…I wwen went looking ffoorr you. Aaanddd got goot in in a fffight." There he got it out trying to pull out of his brother's grasp.

"Calm down Sammy. The guy won't get you again. Wait…where was I?" Dean asked worry written over his face; yesterday's Asylum incident forgotten from his mind, his brother was clearly hurt.

Sam shrugged, "I couldn't find you." He let out slowly keeping his eyes downcast.

"Oh Sammy I'm sorry. I can't remember where I was, I would have beat the shit outta the other guy." Dean apologized letting Sam go and packing up his stuff hurriedly. "Come on Sam, we'll go pay for the room and then we'll get outta this stinking town." Sam nodded.

Dean didn't know. The chances of this happening again were slim. It was all just a mistake. It wasn't going to happen again.